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A Little Joy

✽ summary: your pregnancy comes as a surprise, but the even bigger surprise comes when you tell your husband on christmas, twelve days later. ✽ content: ~6.4k word count. husband!eren jaeger x fem!reader. modern au, established relationship, reader celebrates christmas, mentions of jean x pieck, light angst, some fertility struggles, pregnancy, morning sickness/emetophobia warning, super soft domestic fluff, smut with big feelings, showering together, slight overstimulation, alcohol, explicit language, explicit sexual content. reader discretion advised. 18+

You found out you were pregnant on a Friday afternoon. You were home alone after finally drumming up the courage to drive to the convenience store. You grabbed a bottle of ginger ale, some crackers, then paced down the personal care aisle at least four times, as any normal, rational person would.

You weren’t exactly trying to get pregnant, but you certainly weren’t preventing it either. Or if you were, you and Eren were doing a shit job at it, if it wasn’t obvious enough already. It was an unspoken agreement between you—‘if it happens, it happens.’ And if it didn’t happen, well, it didn’t matter because you weren’t really trying; no reason to get your hopes up. 

When you woke up before sunrise on Thursday morning, it wasn’t because you felt particularly bright-eyed and bushy-tailed. You were whatever the opposite was—bleary-eyed and droopy-tailed, like one of those dogs in those terribly sad commercials. You lay in bed on your back, hands folded over your stomach, right under your ribs, and told yourself that you didn’t have to vomit. You don’t have to throw up, you definitely don’t have to—

Then you launched out of bed, skittered to the bathroom, and did exactly that. You flushed the toilet, brushed your teeth, and wrote it off as nothing more than a fluke. 

When Friday morning rolled around and the process repeated itself, it was no longer a mere fluke. Only then did the thought cross your mind, right as you finished dry heaving into the toilet bowl: it’s happened. Finally.

You stayed quiet about it, slipping back into bed like you had never left. Not getting your hopes up, remember? 

You chugged the ginger ale on the drive home, which didn’t help your nausea but ensured you had to pee. You tore open the cardboard box, skimmed over the instructions—you knew the drill, you’ve had scares before—and you followed every step. When the first test came back positive, you had more water, waited it out, then took another. Again, two pink lines, bold pink lines stared back at you. Then you grabbed the second box you purchased, a digital test, and prepared to take that one, too. The conclusion was the same; the third time was the charm for you to finally believe you were pregnant. 

You did some quick mental math. If it was Friday, then Christmas Day was twelve days away. Eleven sleeps ‘til Christmas, you thought, like a kid giddily awaiting Santa’s arrival. Could you hold out until Christmas morning? Could you keep quite possibly the biggest secret of all time from your husband for twelve whole days? 

It’d be the best present, wouldn’t it? Better than anything money could buy—better than anything you had already bought and wrapped for him. Yes, it was true you weren’t trying to get pregnant, but maybe you had been asking yourself, ‘Is this the month my period would come late?’ only for it to arrive perfectly on time. Again. Maybe you were gushing over cute babies more often and staring at little families at the grocery store for too long—or too longingly. You’d stopped worrying about birth control around a year ago, and he’d stopped bothering to pull out not long after that. So maybe there was a part of you—of both of you, because you could see it on Eren’s face, too—that wondered when, if ever, it would be your turn. 

That was why you ultimately decided to keep it a secret. You had to. You wanted to gift him the reason to lose that wistful face he got whenever you’d point out another teensy pair of stupidly adorable baby shoes. The face you would catch every now and again, like that time you helped clean out his parents’ attic. 

It was warm at first, nothing but smiles and feel-good memories as the two of you rifled through box after box, deciding what you should take home and what should get donated. Old family photos, forgotten action figures. All the picture books his five-year-old self cherished. 

Eren took a few of his favorites home with him, tucked under his arm as you said goodbye to his mother. She was quick to point them out, smiling as she made sure he had Corduroy with him, leaning into you to explain that it used to be his favorite. He said he couldn’t find it, that book you didn’t even know he was searching for.

No, it wasn’t the missing book that had him bothered. You had almost made it out of the house with your fuzzy feelings still alive and intact, his hand almost on the doorknob when she made the comment every parent seemed to love:

‘Does this mean I can expect my first grandchild soon?’

‘We’ll see.’ ‘Who knows?’ ‘Not yet.’ You couldn’t remember what Eren told her, but what you did remember was the look on his face. On that car ride home, you still didn’t talk about it. You didn’t talk about it because you weren’t trying to get pregnant. And if you weren’t trying, then you had no hope to lose in the first place. 

Now, you could only imagine the new look on his face—probably an ear-to-ear smile in excitement for your future, your family, and for the longest nine months of your lives as you waited to meet your little one.

He would be so surprised, too. He would never expect you to be able to keep a secret with your big mouth, as he liked to say. It was perfect.

The only thing left to do now was figure out how to present it to him, because twelve-day-old pee sticks sitting lonely in a box would be a pretty sorry sight. 

Christmas was ten days away when you realized this was harder than you thought it would be. Not only the secret keeping but finding a creative way to surprise Eren. You had scrolled through countless forums, scoured through every cheesy dad-to-be gift that existed, but nothing felt right. 

You had never considered how you would give the announcement before, and never did you think to make a big show of it. You always thought it would be as simple as outrightly saying the words—or even less than that, just running out of the bathroom with the positive test in hand. And you certainly never imagined you would keep it to yourself for longer than a few hours, let alone twelve days. 

You decided to call your best friend for ideas. You debated if it was fair to tell her before the father of your child, but you wouldn’t do it without good reason, and this was as good a reason as ever. And technically speaking, you had known her longer, since high school. You were sure that buried somewhere in your friendship pacts was a promise to tell each other first. That was your justification. 

You tried to sneak beneath her best friend radar with a coy, “If you were going to reveal a huge secret to Jean on Christmas, how would you go about it?” But who were you kidding? She immediately saw through you.

“Oh my god. You’re pregnant, aren’t you?”

You fell to your bed with a flop. Not in defeat but in that dreamy, cloud-nine way. Finally, someone knew. You could hear your smile spilling into your voice even as you warned her, “Please don’t tell Jean.”

Jean was her husband. More than that, he was one of Eren’s good friends. The two of you actually met each other through the happy couple, way back when. Best friends dating (and now married to) best friends. It went without saying that if Jean found out, then you might as well have told Eren yourself. 

“I won’t, I won’t,” she assured. But she didn’t offer any more than her word because she, too, was clueless on pregnancy announcements.

Eight days until Christmas. You didn’t want to jinx it, but so far, your only symptom had been waves of nausea. You supposed you felt a bit sleepier than normal, only if you really thought about it. 

You believed you had done a good job at pretending nothing was off, but your husband must know you better than that. Either that, or you were just that horrible of an actor. 

That morning, you met Eren in the kitchen, greeting him with a big yawn—yeah, definitely more tired than usual. Pot in hand, he offered you some coffee, but the fresh-brewed scent you once loved now made your stomach churn. 

You swallowed hard, said a short, “No, thank you,” and opted for toast, just toast, instead. 

He gave you this skeptical look. Something must be wrong if you weren’t in the mood for coffee. You were half-tempted to drink it anyway, but then he approached you, slipping his hand around the nape of your neck. He drew you into him, placing a prolonged peck on your forehead like he always did when you were sick—his preferred way to check your temperature. You imagined he’d do the same with your child, too. 

You didn’t feel feverish to him. He tossed you one of his usual quips—“Who are you, and what have you done with my wife?”—but after you stammered something about dinner not sitting well, he brushed it off just as thoughtlessly as you had at first. 

Crisis averted, for now.

Three days out, and you had started to think you might burst. The excitement that stirred in you had only intensified, your nausea now a fifty-fifty split of morning sickness and anticipation. It was to an embarrassing degree, too, like a child let in on a secret, walking around with puffed cheeks as if they’d erupt at any moment. 

Not really, but that was what it felt like, only because you had finally thought up the perfect way to tell him. 

Since that afternoon spent cleaning the attic was fresh on your mind, you thought to find those childhood books of his. You went searching in a few closets but discovered them sitting lonely in the corner of your spare room—storage room. It was a glorified closet by now, its only purpose was to hide forgotten items and eye sores. Everything, the books included, had collected dust. You’d have to get to cleaning and organizing it in the coming months.

You picked up one of the books, blew the dust off, smearing away the rest with your hand, and flipped through the pages. It was a walk down memory lane as you poked through a couple more books, the ones you remembered from your childhood. Then you thought of Eren—little Eren. Of footie pajamas and cheeks smushed in his hands, leaned into his mother with interest. Not exactly curled up in bed; it was more likely he was rolling around like the fussy thing he supposedly was. 

You thought of him, years from now, sat on the edge of the bed—you could already imagine where you’d have it. Your toddler curled up beneath the blankets as Eren read to them. Or, if they would turn out anything like him, they’d be crawling atop him as he could only try to read. You couldn’t wait to learn which they’d be, who they’d be, and all the little joys of parenthood. It’ll look good on him. 

That was when it came to you, your light bulb moment. The missing book: Corduroy. It was something special enough, specific enough, that only he’d know the meaning, because he was a sap like that. That was how you’d tell him. Why hadn’t you thought of it sooner?

Considering it was a long-time beloved book, it would be as easy as waltzing to the children’s section of any old bookstore. It would probably be front and center, too.

So that was what you did, and it only took thirty minutes roundtrip. You wrapped it with what leftover paper you could spare, stuck a pretty gold bow on top, and placed it underneath the Christmas tree with the other gifts you’d bought him, now paling in comparison.

Eren was packing the last of the gifts into the car when you snatched one, the important one, from what remained of the pile. You thought you were sly enough, that you had waited until his back was turned, but he caught you as you went to hoard it away.

He stopped, arms full of tinselly boxes, stacked high enough that he kept them steady with his chin rested atop, and curiously asked, “Not bringing that one?”

Over the years, it became a tradition to spend the day at his parents’ house, and somewhere between your late breakfast and four o’clock dinner, you’d open presents together, save the few and not-so-far-between indecent ones his extended family didn’t need to see. Which would explain the knowing eyes he was giving you now; why he didn’t question your quick, ‘It’s for later,’ before you left to hide it in your bedroom closet. 

The morning was dipped in molasses. Every hour dribbled on by, every minute tacky and stuck to the next, until you were wading around in the liminal afternoon hours. You weren’t alone in the feeling, though. For as much as you suppressed your restlessness—laughing on cue though your mind might as well have been on another planet, declining a mimosa for the third time and still sounding just as polite as the first—Eren wore his plainly; sat on the edge of his seat but not in the I can’t wait to get the hell away from my family sort of way you would expect. 

The impatience was there, yes, but not in the dreadful sense of the word; it was more sanguine than that. An anticipation to return home and settle in for the night, or for the gift awaiting him. 

Or, more simply put, an impatience for you. Just you. Perceptible in his touch alone, beneath his touch, when he’d sneak up from behind and pull you into a hug. His hold was desirous—not sensual and needy but innocent, like some innate urge to keep you close. Every kiss pressed into your temple was tinged with benevolence. His palms, weighty with warm devotion, melted you as they curved over your hips and around your stomach. 

You could blame it on the holiday spirit, how it tended to coax out such gooey, lovesome feelings. Mix that with the glass of wine he had and it would make perfect sense as to why your love language is physical touch husband was lovey dovey with you. But he had that glass well over an hour ago, and you couldn’t help but wonder if somewhere deep inside, like in his subconscious or id or whatever it was, he knew. Whether he was aware of it or not, some part of him had to know. It radiated from his hands, secure and protective as they always found their way back to you, resting on your thigh beneath the dining table or against the dip in your back as he slid past you in the kitchen. He couldn’t get enough—couldn’t have you close enough. 

You assumed that to be the reason you left shortly after dinner, ‘regretfully’ having to skip out on board games tonight, as Eren put it, his hand snuggly at your back with his thumb making small circles you felt through your sweater. 

It was dark when you stepped outside, enough that you would have thought it was midnight if you didn’t know better. It had started snowing, with chunky flakes that pitter-pattered against the ground instead of swirling through the air. It stuck, though, and by the time you arrived home, there was a powdered sugar coating across the lawn, shimmering in the streetlight. 

You rambled on about your forgotten leftovers as you slipped from your boots. Eren’s hands came to your shoulders, helping you out of your coat sleeves. He hung it in the closet, listening to you recall the pan you had left behind, too. And while you ruffled his hair, picking the fat snowflakes off the top of his head, he assured you he’d grab the pan the next time he visited. 

He held you in his arms, your rightful spot for the day, and felt you shiver between his hands. 

“Cold?” Eren asked. 

You nodded but immediately wished you could retract it. A grin spanned his face as he took it as the go-ahead to slip his hands beneath your sweater, his fingers like icicles against your back. You only responded with a sharp yelp, snatching his wrists and breaking free from his grasp. 

After he stopped laughing, Eren made it up to you by running a hot shower, one you could share together. With your clothes reduced to a puddle on the bathroom tile, your December-frozen skin tingled beneath the stream of water. Your neck curled at the sensation, how it traveled to your toes the same way the steaming water trickled down the curve in your back. You rolled your shoulders and unwound from the day, watching as it washed down the drain.

All day, you only focused on what was to come, your mind racing and reeling until the moment you could be alone together—this moment. About as private as it gets. As ephemeral as it would take for the water to run cold. Short-lived and spurred by a collective sigh. 

You always enjoyed showering together. Not shower sex, just showering. Not its most benign definition, but more innocent than the innuendo it carried. Though you would argue it was just as intimate, perhaps more. For what was more visceral than confessing you couldn’t stand to be apart, even for the minutes the mundane task would take, so why not do it together?

After all, it was easier that way, wasn’t it? More efficient? Not so much. But you didn’t crave efficiency, you craved him, his embrace, the feeling of skin on slippery skin. 

The same hands that smeared away droplets from your face traversed down the expanse of Eren’s back, every divot and every groove of it. You slid them around his torso, his arms raised as he lathered shampoo into his hair. You flattened your palms to his chest, held him close enough that your cheek was smushed against his back. 

Your eyes crinkled shut before soap dared to drip into your eye. You spat the acrid taste of it from your mouth, only for a chorus of laughter to follow, his inciting your own. Your dilemma worsened. Enough for him to help you rinse off—for you to be sure he tasted it on your tongue as you swapped kisses back and forth, stolen between splatters. 

You’d been clean for some time now, the water was lukewarm, but you remained, content with his hands rubbing your shoulders, his lips intermittently seeking yours, as dutiful as they were doting, leaving you moaning ever so frailly into his mouth; little whiffs of respite as he kneaded out the tight muscles. Your head tipped to the side with this sleepy bend just for him to catch your chin and bring you back to him, your head foggier than the humid bathroom. 

You were only towel-dried when Eren reminded you of the gift, probably thinking you’d forgotten about it. 

Of course, you hadn’t. 

You found him in the bedroom, him wearing only a pair of plaid pajama pants, his chest slightly sheened from the shower, and you in just a fluffy towel, pinned beneath your arm. You asked him to wait while you put on a set of pajamas and fetched the gift. But before that, you lit the candle at your bedside, just to really set the mood. 

“No peeking!” you called out before disappearing into the closet.

You were giddy to know that, like you, this had been on his mind all day—for different reasons, but that only made the surprise better. 

You returned to find him sitting on your bed with his eyes on you, undeniably stealing a peek.

“I said no peeking!” You hid the present behind your back.

“It’s wrapped!” He didn’t take your scold seriously until you pulled a face. Then he closed his eyes. “I already saw it earlier, remember?”

You ignored it, pleasedly telling him, “Hold out your hands.”

He did, and you set the gift into them, prompting him to take a look. 

Eren inspected it briefly, then ripped the gilded paper at the corner. The cover poked through, not enough for him to recognize it but enough to fit a finger beneath and widen the tear. 

Once the paper was crumpled on the floor, he chuckled lightly. He angled it around in his hand, looking over the cover that was glossier, newer, than the one he remembered.

It was a sweet gift. He appreciated the thought that went into it. How you learned it was missing and clung onto that tiny detail for months for this moment—a trait he loved about you.

“It’s perfect,” he started to say. “It’ll complete the collection for—”

Like it was recorded in slow motion, you watched very second the realization took him by the shoulders and shook him. There was a drop in his expression as he cautiously asked, “Wait. Does this mean…”

Where he left off, you picked up, nodding eagerly as you said, “I’m pregnant. We’re having a baby.”

You didn’t know what happened first, whether you had ended your sentence or if your squeal had cut it short as Eren scooped you into his arms. Your feet left the ground as he spun you around in the biggest bear hug you could imagine, this effervescent feeling bubbling from your stomach and escaping you in a fit of giggles. 

He plopped back onto the bed and took you down with him, the mattress bobbing beneath your shared weight. You were still in his arms, legs draped over his lap, as he scattered kisses across your face, wherever he could. Even missing a few, with some at your neck and ear.

You took his face between your hands and kissed him straight on the lips, quick. His smile smushed his cheeks in your hands as he asked, “This is for real?” You nodded again, kissed him again. “This is happening?” 

“We’re gonna be parents,” you affirmed, letting the reality of it finally sink in.

You traded kisses. Ones that had your fingers knotting in his shirt and his hand venturing to back of your head, keeping each kiss longer than the last until you were making out. You didn’t know when that happened. Somewhere along the way, between roaming hands and sweeping tongues, your touches turned fervorous. You were both so happy and kissing and oblivious to everything but how deeply you needed each other, like it might actually ache if you were to separate. 

And while he couldn’t go another second without having you, evident in the way his lips sought out your weak spot on your neck, he laid you on the bed more thoughtfully than he ever had before. The old mattress didn’t trill beneath you; you weren’t splayed against the bed, toppled over, and taken right then but coddled and caressed. You found it endearing, how careful he was, as if right before his eyes, you had suddenly become something that he could easily break. So endearing that you couldn’t help but let out a soft giggle as your head sank back into the pillows.

Eren propped himself above you, face-to-face, both of you smiley. You were enveloped by him wholly, with his palms planted at either of your sides. You tucked his hair behind his ears to get a better look at his face, still a bit giggly.

“You know how this works, right?” you chaffed, not above some good-natured teasing. “I’m already pregnant.”

He shushed you, closing the gap between you until his grin was pressed against your own. Until you not only heard his laughter but felt it reverberate against yours and tasted their unity on your tongue. 

His lips veered to the corner of your mouth. He kissed you there, trailing more down the side of your face. His nose nestled behind your ear, tickling you as he kissed beneath your jawbone, right where you felt the thud-thudding of your pulse against his lips.

His hand caressed the length of your body, smoothing down your hip and grasping the fat of it before sneaking beneath your tank top on his way back up. It tore a faint groan from you, from the very back of your throat. 

Those light, airy kisses began to linger. Not lips merely pressed to your skin like a stamp but soft slips of his mouth, his tongue, until he reached the notch between your collarbones. 

He tugged the neckline of your top down, exposing your tits and taking the peak of one into his mouth, all in a single, easy motion. He didn’t neglect the other; his hand was gentle as he massaged and explored the swell of your breast, pinching your nipple between his middle and index fingers and rolling until it was perked for him. His tongue, stroking and flicking and licking, had your other in the same state.

It left you breathless, your mouth dumbly agape, parted by gasps. Your vision had gone glossy to everything but Eren, your senses dulled to anything that wasn’t his mouth ravening your tits, his tongue licking the valley separating them, his lips pursed and sucking your nipples until they glistened with his spit. 

You perched high on your elbows. Your tanktop pooled at your midriff, its loose straps dangling around your biceps, pathetic and practically begging Eren to strip you of it. And when he did, it looked just as useless on the other side of the bed as it did on you. 

You slumped back into the mattress only for your hips to go next, elevated and encouraging his fingers, hooked around both your silken sleep shorts and underwear, to take them off, too. You delighted in it, how your bare body melded with the blanket. You brushed a hand along it, felt your skin glide against it. It was downy and fluffy and tickling you, everywhere.

He wrestled out of the pajamas he’d just put on and sat back on his calves. The sinewy muscles of his chest went taut, his arms raised as he fingered through his hair. He collected it in his fist, then tied it off at the back of his head, getting it out of his way. It was messy; he was unfocused, more attuned to you, his wife, happy and giggly and naked below him. His eyes trailed from the crown of your head to between the legs he split and wedged himself between.

“Beautiful,” he said, not with a lilt but spoken like fact—not to you or him, but like he wanted the cosmos to know it. “You’re fucking beautiful.”

He snaked a hand under your back, lifting you as he leaned in to meet you halfway. You felt him stiffly pressed against your leg first, then his mouth at your chest. He peppered your sternum with kisses. Between them, he told you, “You’re gonna be the hottest mom.”

He laughed first, anticipating your reaction—more once it actually happened, the cute gasp you gave with his name on your inhale. His breath tickled over your delicate skin, and you playfully tried to pry yourself from him. He only held you closer, pulling more giggles from you as he kissed and kissed his way down until his lighthearted lips were laden with hunger, his tongue laving down to your navel in reverence. Then lower on your stomach. He left a few extra kisses there. 

Before Eren went any lower, he freed himself from his boxers. 

His hands took hold of your inner thighs, sculpted the plush of them around his fingers. He pushed back on them and settled in the space he made between. He brought his thumb to you, pressed it against your clit, and that was all it took. No flicking, no rubbing, it was that alone that had your lower back tightening, the arch of it lifting from the bed. 

He hummed a short laugh, satisfied with his work. He was closer to you now. So close that you felt his lips graze your entrance, his hot breath surging through your body as if it could quell every one of your chills, as if he wasn’t the cause of them. 

Your hand flung to the pillow, twisting the pillowcase between your fingers in frissons of anticipation, gripping harder when you felt the smooth lick he gave the crease where your leg met your body. He kissed you there, too. He kissed you everywhere he could manage, again and again, except for the spot you wanted—needed him most. 

All the while, you could only stare down at him, big-eyed, with kiss-swollen lips sucked between your teeth. You tried to stay still for him, but your hips were unruly. They helplessly wiggled, enjoying his attention but desperate for more of it. 

His mouth finally closed over your heat, making your knees buckle and collapse to the bed. Your inhale was sibilant, shaky but the sweetest sound, like a choppy thank you until your voice cut out. 

Eren had you languidly, with his face lying comfortably against your thigh. He licked you like he found just as much indulgence in it as you. He lazily spread you with two fingers, even taking a full second to admire you, pretty and puffy and pleading with him—only a second though. That was all he could last before his mouth practically watered for you, raring to taste you again. 

Exposed, like this, every swipe of his tongue was like he was licking electricity up your spine, every bolt stronger than the last. Your body flexed as you teetered the line between too much and don’t you dare stop. Somewhere between shying away in reflex and hoping he’d yank you back down to his mouth.

And he would. With arms locked around your thighs, he lifted his head and angled it perfectly, granting him the opportunity to dart his tongue inside you, fucking you with it when he wasn’t encircling your clit. 

There was a ravenous side to his tenderness; adoration hidden behind the hunger. The two contrasted only to come together, meeting in the center and knotting themselves tight, tighter. Until it—until you—snapped. You came with a stretch of your back, with white-hot stars flashing behind your eyelids. 

Eren’s thumb drew little circles against your thigh soothingly, yet his mouth didn’t leave you, his tongue still slotted inside your heat. He groaned, besotted by the taste of you coming on his tongue, how he could feel every flutter of your pussy on your comedown. He greedily wanted more of you, all of you, and all to himself.

You didn’t know how long you’d been there, just like that. It was easy to lose your sense of time, if you even had it in the first place, what with the way the bedroom hadn’t stopped swimming around you. The bedroom curtains were drawn over the windows, thick enough to keep out the streetlights. The only source of light came from the quick flicker of the candle, its glow rippling across the wall.

Your legs hung limply over his shoulders now. One of your hands had buried itself in his hair while he held the other, your fingers intertwined. His tongue swirled around your clit, as ardent now as it was for your first orgasm. 

Eren knew your body by now. He knew it well enough to understand what a squeeze of your hand meant, how you’d pet through his hair reassuringly—a silent ‘keep doing that’ when you didn’t have the breath to speak it aloud. And he’d keep doing that until he knew you had finished. 

He’d brought you to three moony orgasms—the drawn-out kind, like you had wandered into a dream—and he was actively working on your fourth. 

It was comparable to the slow build of a roller coaster: that foreboding tick tick tick pace, the gentle pressure of his flattened tongue, licking you with broad stripes until you were at your peak. You’d hang there for a second, abloom and upcaught in the delicious current that was just shy of becoming entirely undone. You’d careen the tippy top and wonder when you’d finally plummet. 

You would only come once he decided, and after deciding you had been patiently buzzing long enough, he started to lick you faster. 

You could barely tell him you were coming because it ripped through you then, sparking low in your pelvis. Your tiny chants of ‘fuck’ melted into one long, sheet-gripping moan as the feeling shot higher, like it was caught in your throat. 

Right then, as you were blissfully crashing for him, Eren pushed himself to his hands and took his rightful place on top of you. He replaced his tongue with his cock, pushing inside you to the hilt with an effortless thrust. 

Your bodies came together and stayed just like that as the feeling racked through you, both of you, like you shared an electrical current. It lasted a century but only existed for a wink, a whole-body tremble as you suddenly, finally, felt full. Every throb of your orgasm was a tantalizing threat, forcing him to hesitate lest he risked finishing before he’d even started. You wore his expression, and his yours: a subtle drop of the jaw in relief, the very corners of the mouth curled in ecstasy. 

Then he began to steadily move his hips, firmly but not fiercely fucking you through your orgasm. 

You were sensitive. Every fiber of you was frayed at the edge and rekindled. The luxurious flame erupted higher in your stomach, burning from the crests of your cheeks to your toes, then back up again. The snapping of his hips was punctuated by you bouncing against him, another gasping moan tumbling past your lips. You smothered them, with arms tossed around his neck and your lips devouring his. They became nothing but wet whimpering sounds for him to swallow. 

Against your mouth, he mumbled, “You make the prettiest sounds when you come,” and you tasted every syllable. 

You felt everything. You flipped through emotions like one flipped through a book or shuffled a deck of cards, one right after the other.

You felt fizzy, the same lightness that comes with a huff of helium, like you could drift away. You felt his leg against yours, how it made every hair on your body stand on end. 

You felt safe, bound and anchored by his weight pinning you into the mattress; your nose bumping against his, your fingers tangled in his hair. 

You had plunged into one another. Found the deepest parts of each other and weaved yourselves into one, belonging together irrevocably. You felt wanted, and you found yourself wanting. You wanted him so close that it’d be impossible to discern where you ended and he began, as if you weren’t already fit together perfectly with him inside you. 

The wanting was mutual. Right now, Eren wanted to offer you everything, to give with a generosity he couldn’t explain. His mind, his body, his heart—even deeper, his soul, if souls even existed; he wasn’t here to argue that. Every gentle caress and every harsh kiss was like the push and pull of the tides, to and fro until they crashed down in a rapturous wave. And like the moon, he could look down and know he was the one to coax it out of you. 

That was all he wanted right then. That, and his wanting for your future just past the horizon, spent together with a family of your own. 

Flushed from fucking, with sweat rolling down between his shoulders, he cradled the back of your head, tilting it to nip at the lobe of your ear. 

“You. This.” His cadence was tense and brilliant, calm while you were in a tempestuous storm. “This is everything I’ve always wanted.”

The words swathed you like a wool blanket, squeezing your chest until you thought it might explode. You were already too full for such feelings—your heart brimmed with them, your own proclamations thick in your throat, his cock still buried inside you. 

The world was dreamlike as Eren tipped your chin again to look at him. His pupils were blown, irises darkened sans a thin ring of green. You didn’t speak but what you told him was loud. 

I love you, I love you, I love you. 

It emanated from your eyes; words unspoken were signed and sealed with kisses along his shoulders and up the column of his throat. 

He came then with a shudder, with a gruff groan that was warm on the ears and his hips slammed into yours one last time. 

He collapsed to his forearms with his heart thumping hard and his chest heaving against yours. You noticed the faint quiver in his biceps, counted his breaths. After the fourth he pulled out of you, his fifth breath sharp through his nose. You felt the wet heat of his cock against your stomach, felt the aftermath—the lewd combination of the two of you—drip from you. He rolled to your side, and you laid there, sticky sheets and all, like lovers do, not parting immediately but bathing in the afterglow. 

You were still basking in it, practically sweltering now, when Eren opened his arms for you, ticking his head for you to come his way with a murmur of, “Come here, love.” An invitation you wouldn’t dare deny. 

Cloaked beneath his arm, you felt his hand take your chin. He guided your faces together and kissed your forehead. 

Just to have you there with him, his cheek rested upon your head, your breath warming his chest; to have you to fall asleep next to, every night, your body puzzle-pieced with his—all of that was enough for him.

And as Eren slipped his arm around your waist, just before he drifted to sleep with his hand over your belly, he couldn’t help but smile. You were so clueless as to how much you meant to him, how much you’d given him. The greatest of all was yet to come, and they would be with you this time next year.

thank you for reading ♡

#eren x reader #eren jaeger x reader #eren yeager x reader #eren smut #eren fluff #dividers by @/saradika

[laiwalane]

Fandoms / characters I'll write for

TV SHOWS:

American horror story

any ships (includes reader or ships between two characters)

characters (my favs):

- Maddison Montgomery

- Tate Langdon (any Evan Peters char.)

- Michael Langdon/Xavier Plimpton

- Cordelia Fox (Any Sarah Paulson char.)

- Misty Day

- Mallory

- Countess Elizabeth ofc

The walking dead

Characters

- Rick Grimes

- Carl Grimes

- Carol 💥

- Maggie

- Glenn

- Owen (he's hot lmao)

- Negan

-Beth

- Michonne

- Daryl

-Philip Blake (the governor)

The boys

characters

-homelander

-soldier boy

- hugh

-ANY FEMALE CHARACTER

Breaking bad

characters

-Jesse pinkman

- Andrea

- Jane Margolis

MR ROBOT

characters

- Elliot Alderson

- Tyrell 💥

- Johanna

- Darlene

- Dominique

Hannibal

-any characters/pairings

(I know it will be impossible to write smth without gay ships so...I will do it :))

FILMS:

-American psycho

-The hunger games

characters:

- Katniss Everdeen

- Peeta

- Finnick Odair

-Coryo Snow (young ofc)

-Finch (that cute ginger girl from part 1)💥

-Tigriss

- Inglourious Basters

characters

-Hans Landa💥

-Dieter Hellstrom💥

-Bridget

- Shoshanna

-Aldo Raine

-Batman Begins/any other parts

characters:

-Bruse Wayne

-Jonathan Crane 💥

- Miranda Tate

-John Wick

(almost any characters)

Anime

-Jujutsu kaisen

characters:

- Maki Zenin💥

- Mai Zenin

-Nobara Kugisaki

-Gojo

- Nanami Kento

- Riko Amanai💥

- MeiMei

-Tsukumo Yuki💥

-Chosou

-Shingeki no kyojin

characters

- Eren Jaeger

-Floch Forster

- Armin Arlert

- Mikasa Ackerman

- Petra Ral💥

- Hange Zoe💥

- Zeke Yeager

-Pieck Finger

-Anie Leonhart

- Sasha Blouse

-Kumetsu no yaiba

only female characters

AHHH THAT'S A LOOOOT BUT IT'S NOT EVERYTHING

well I would like to add that if you fan of these aktors/aktresses, I'll be writing fanfiction with any of their characters

- Angelina Jolie

- Christian Bale

- Jennifer Lawrence

-Cillian Murphy

- Bill Skarsgard

- Elizabeth Olsen

- August Diehl

- Benedict Samuel

💥- means I find this character hot lmao

#writers block #requests #tv series #anime #anime and manga #breaking bad #the walking dead #american horror story #the boys #mr robot #hannibal #the hunger games #inglourious basterds #batman begins #john wick #jujutsu kaisen #shingeki no kyojin #kimetsu no yaiba #jennifer lawrence #christian bale #cillian murphy #bill skarsgård #elizabeth olsen #august diehl

[dancing-daffodils]

Random Tumblr post about things I remember from source, GO

When I was going on missions half the time I wouldn't bother to gel my hair back unless it was like... A really big one, since it would evaporate in my titan and leave my hair all kinds of greasy

I sleep on my left 90% of the time

Pieck had really bad arthritis or something in her knees and ankles so she had to use crutches like 90% of the time

Zeke tried to shave once and dear lord we ran out of razors

Colt and Falco were like weird little nephews/cousins to me it was funny

I smoked a LOT and it was kind of a stress habit

I did a lot of stuff with my mouth like biting my hànds, nails, chewing on stuff, etc after I inherited the jaw

My jacket was very important to me and was basically a comfort item- one time I lost it in the wash and couldn't find it for a week and I felt very naked

The warrior uniforms weren't very uncomfortable, they were this sort of thick cloth-cotton mix? They looked like leather but they were actually cotton

Marley was always kind of gloomy

Paradis was very sunny from what I remember

I could last in the jaw for like 3-6 hours before I'd start to boil

Longest was like 36 hours

I had like third degree burns after it

Was not fun 💔

I'm bi

I like girls but I fucked a guy once and got hooked so

Also he's pretty cool as a person

10/10 prettyboy

Very nice

Would (and will) fuck again

People called me and my brother "The Galliard Twins" despite him being like... 3-4 years older than me

My titan looked virtually identical to my brothers which sparked a whole study on the potential of bloodlines and titans

My hair was NOT ginger it was REDDISH BLONDE

[kyojinofbraveos]

yet another coloring attempt.

#snkgraphic #snkedit #colored manga pages #snk 95 #reiner braun #bertolt hoover #annie leonhardt #marcel galliard #porco galliard #pieck #zeke jaeger #these colorings relaxes me a lot #that's why i keep doing this #my gifset #my edit #my colorings #i know porco and marcel's skins ended up kinda weird...... #and i tried to color porco's eyes with that color bc i thought they'd look cool #and pls his hair is ginger #%100 canon porco up there #i kinda want to color whole warrior chapters rn but i am sleepy af so goodnight guys! #sorry for the long tag list hehe

[my-decade]

AOT Characters & What Perfume They Smell Like 🎀🌸

...aka I was boreddddd and smelling the insane variety of perfumes my sister owns, which is what inspired me to do this! Let me know your thoughts all! I’ve included pictures as well as a description of each scent (as written by the company that makes it) and the fragrance’s key notes! Please note this is all my opinion but I did take a lot of time matching them and picking ones I felt suited each character so please be nice to me lol. Thank u!

Included: Eren, Armin, Mikasa, Connie, Jean, Sasha, Historia, Ymir, Levi, Hange, Erwin, Annie, Bertholdt, Reiner, Zeke, Porco, & Pieck

EREN - Paco Robanne Invictus Desc: Fresh, heroic fragrance; a clash of forces no one can resist. Key notes: Grapefruit, Guaïac Wood, Patchouli, Marine Note

ARMIN - Versace Man Eau Fraiche Desc: subtly sexy; a scent for today's introspective man. Key notes: white lemon, rosewood, sycamore wood

MIKASA - Tom Ford Rose Prick Desc: Sharp and pristine; so lovely it hurts. Key notes: Rose de Mai, Bulgarian Rose, Sichuan Pepper

CONNIE - Dolce&Gabbana Light Blue Eau Intense Pour Homme Desc: Fresh, irresistible and unique Key notes: Grapefruit, Juniper, Musk

JEAN - Chanel Platinum Egoiste Desc: ”Qui a de la platine" (literally, he "who has platinum"); one who isn't afraid of making himself known. Key notes: Cedarwood, Lavender, Petitgrain, Vetiver

SASHA - Viktor&Rolf Bonbon Desc: Gourmand, sweet and spirited; empowerment and independence. The essence of a woman creating her own story. Key notes: Blackcurrant, Peach, Caramel

HISTORIA - Dolce&Gabbana L'Imperatrice Desc: Soft hearted, pure and simple; irresistible and fresh. Key notes: Watermelon accord, Kiwi, Pink Cyclamen

YMIR - Kilian Paris Black Phantom Desc: Seductive, intense; a deadly bite. "Like a smile from death itself." Key notes: Rum, Coffee, Vetiver

HANGE - Chanel Chance Eau Fraiche Desc: a surge of energy that sweeps you into a whirlwind of happiness and fantasy. Key notes: Citron, Jasmine, Teakwood

ERWIN - Dior Sauvage Eau de Toilette Desc: Raw and noble, a strong and unmistakable masculinity. Key notes: Bergamot, Pepper, Amberwood

LEVI - Versace Eros Desc: intensity and power; cleanliness and strength. Key notes: Mint Leaves, Orange Blossom, Vanilla Madagascar

ANNIE - Tom Ford Lost Cherry Desc: Powerful and insatiable, sweet and dark with a candy-like gleam. Key notes: Black Cherry, Tonka Bean, Almond

BERTHOLDT - Tom Ford Beau de Jour Desc: sublime intensity beneath the surface. Key notes: Lavender, Geranium, Moss

ZEKE - Viktor&Rolf Spice Bomb Desc: aged leather & smooth tobacco; exudes power and raw sensuality. Key notes: Sage, Triple Black Spice Complex, Roasted almonds

REINER - Yves Saint Laurent L'Homme Desc: sensual and modern; contrasting notes to exude timeless elegance. Key notes: Vetiver, Ginger, Bergamot

PORCO - Versace Eros Flame Desc: Strong, passionate, self-confident; strikes you right through the heart. Key notes: Italian Lemon, Pepperwood, Vetiver

PIECK - Chloe Naturelle Desc: Effortlessly authentic, free-spirited, elegant strength and femininity. Key notes: Cedrat Essence, Organic Rose Essence, Mimosa Absolute

#aot headcanons #eren yeager #mikasa ackerman #levi ackerman

[ptitelidio]

Part 2: Secret Mission in Marley

Part 1 here: https://ptitelidio.tumblr.com/post/656269653517205504/secret-mission-in-marley-involving-petra-ral

Summary: the scene takes place two weeks ago from the 1st part when Petra was chosen to receive the jaw titan by Captain Levi Ackerman himself. She meets her team and she discovers a little more about her Captain’s past.

Involving: Petra Ral, Levi Ackerman, Theo Magath, Colt Grice and Pieck Finger.

Point of view: Levi’s

Italic font = flashback

PS: I made two fake screenshots this time, hope you’ll like them!

“Captain, hey… are you okay?” Warrior Ral interrupts my thoughts and gets closer to me with a worried expression on her face.

“Uh? Yeah it’s nothing to worry about…”

For a minute I almost forgot we were on a train. When I look around me, Petra, Colt and Pieck are sitting altogether in a four-seats space just on my right. Petra is standing in front of me encouraging me to join them. Why not. After all, Theo assigned me this team but I’m not good with socializing.

“Come on Captain!”

I follow her and sit on the empty seat. It seems that they were getting long very well, they were laughing about some stuffs and discussing about others. I didn’t really know how to join the small talk, but Petra helped me when asking a question.

“Well Captain, I.. I’ve been wondering about your choice for the jaw titan. Why did you choose me? I mean there are a lot of talents among the warrior candidates.”

“Mmh… the jaw titan is particularly known for its assistance to people, not only it is able to break any material, but it also is very agile. Strong and helpful, I think you were the perfect candidate.”

“That’s true, Petra” Pieck says “Porco was just like you. You both like to take care of other people. Even of the most troublesome hahaha”

“You mean that little brat Gabi Braun?” I ask knowing the answer yet.

“Anyway, I’m sure a woman that strong and pretty as you will convince the whole military you’ll see” Cold says.

“Thank you guys, I am honored to join your team. By the way… I heard our destination is a city near the ruins of Lagos, isn’t it?”

“To be honest, I don’t know.” Colt continues “The only ones to know are our Captain and Commander Magath.”

They all turned towards me waiting for an answer.

“You’ll know when we arrive. Reiner and Ziek are waiting for us there.”

“Ziek? Why is he there?” Colt asked

“It’s probably to establish a strategy for the next raid over Eldia I guess” Pieck answered.

I didn’t answer but she is right, it’s exactly what we’ll be there for. Oddly, Petra looks uncomfortable, she’s very pale but I don’t point it out. If she is who I think she is, I have to investigate in secret because if she isn’t, nobody would trust her anymore. And I think trust is important to her.

I remember doubting about her when we met for the first time, not that she has been behaving awkwardly but as a new warrior candidate, she seemed to know how to fight. She was too talented, too much to not notice it. I also noticed her habit to say “soldier” instead of “warrior” but I could be wrong.

“The ginger candidate, she’s very promising.” Theo said to me as we were flying over the Middle East. “You should pick her in your team with the two other”.

“I didn’t make a decision yet. There is something disturbing about her.”

“What? Do you think she’s not devoted enough to Marley? If so, you should still pick her up.”

“What the f*ck do you mean?”

“Don’t forget that we still need a candidate for the jaw titan, if she gets it, as her Captain you will be able to watch her anytime. If she ever betrays us, you’ll know it very soon. After all, you’re the one that knows best the Eldians, don’t you think?”

He was referring to my father, an Eldian. I didn’t know him, but my mother did when she was a prostitute. Even if we were Marleyans by blood, we were still poor. One day that guy promised my mom to get her some money but instead he made her pregnant. Fortunately, Magath is the only one who knows this story and as a friend of my deceased mother, he kept the secret. I owe him a lot.

“If you say so…”

The train stopped and as we were getting out from it, the candidate Gabi Braun shouted

“Here we are! Finally! I’ll show everyone I’m the worthiest for the armor titan!”

“Shut up brat” I said

“Gabi, don’t be impatient or Falco will run after you as ever.” Petra said with a warm smile on her face. I don’t know why but that face makes me weak. Maybe it’s her tenderness…

#shingeki no kyojin #attack on titan #rivetra #petra ral #levi x petra #levipetra #levi ackerman #aot #petra x levi

[feralaot]

What are the scouts + warriors favorite soda/seltzer flavors? :)

I needed to do this before taking a nap

Scouts and warriors + their favorite soda or seltzer 🥤

warnings: some alcohol

eren: any and all kinds of hard seltzer as long as it’s grapefruit flavored

mikasa: cherry pepsi is the vibe I get

armin: prefers iced tea but the go-to is coke if he wants soda

jean: cotton candy faygo, he really likes it even though it reminds him of going to shitty carnivals

connie: his friends have banned him from having soda because it has a huge impact on his energy and mood thus he is restricted to carbonated water

sasha: good old sprite

historia: crystal pepsi, she has the vibe of a pepsi girl

ymir: black cherry white claw. just saying 💅

levi: ginger ale, nicely bland, as he likes

hange: mountain dew blue shock, they go through a whole liter of it like every week

erwin: probably just drinks lemon bubly or some other sparkling water and thinks it makes him more sophisticated

reiner: bud light lime seltzer but bertl has to regulate his consumption

bertholdt: doesn’t like most soda but has coke like once in a blue moon. he tried one of reiner’s seltzers and got a headache because he’s Sensitive

annie: blueberry faygo, had it once at a gas station and got obsessed

porco: diet dr pepper and everyone makes fun of him for it

pieck: pineapple fanta, she fully acknowledges that it’s disgusting and artificial and sugary but she doesn’t care 💀

zeke: take one good look at him and try to tell me this man wouldn’t chug a liter of root beer in one sitting

#shingeki no kyoujin #snk #attack on titan #aot #headcanons #eren jaeger #mikasa ackerman #armin arlert #jean kirschstein #connie springer #sasha braus #historia reiss #ymir #levi ackerman #hange zoe #hans zoe #hanji zoe #erwin smith #reiner braun #bertholdt hoover #annie leonhart #porco galliard #pieck finger #pieck #zeke jaeger #anon #requests #feralshcs

[hajime-isayama-official]

If the 104th +everyone else died their hair.. which colour would they choose?

Mikasa: Strawberry blondeReiner: Crimson redBertholdt: Blonde, chicks dig blondes right?Annie: Black like her soulEren: Wouldn’t dye itJean: Wouldn’t dye itMarco: Wouldn’t dye itSasha: GingerConnie: BlondeHistoria: Wouldn’t dye itArmin: Something darker so he gets taken more seriouslyYmir: Pink or some shit

Levi: Wouldn’t dye itHanji: RainbowErwin: Blonde every week, so no one sees the gray hairNanaba: Probs a cute strawberry blondeMike: Wouldn’t dye itMoblit: Blue

Olou: BlackPetra: Wouldn’t dye it, she’s too proud of her haircolorEld: Wouldn’t dye itGünther: Green

Gabi: A super overdone blondeFalco: Wouldn’t dye itZeke: Wouldn’t dye itPieck: Would try every color possiblePorco: Wouldn’t dye it, that’s stupidYelena: Wouldn’t dye it, the hair color is essentialOnyakopon: Probably also blonde 

#Anon

[ohokimdumb]

NSFW Porco Galliard

Galliard’s hands were temperately warm as he held my frigid hands. It’s been four years we’ve been at war. The general decided to have everyone retreat back into the forest until next morning. All the soldiers, including the other titan shifters were around multiple blazing campfires; Galliard and I decided to go elsewhere and carry our own conversation.

“Four years…and this still hasn’t ended.” I said under cold breath.

“I don’t expect the war to end anytime soon, honestly.” Galliard said right after with his blunt tone. He was always one to be blunt with everyone and everything he said. He was salty, straight forward, cold at heart; in the kindness of his heart.

“Unlike you…I have hope.” The words slipped from my chattering teeth. Galliard slightly smirked and looked over at me with light blue eyes; just like the ocean in the morning sun.

“I gave up on hope when we lost the colossal titan to those island demons. Soon enough they’ll use it to destroy us.” Galliard itched the side of his head. I felt him studying me from across the fire. I pushed some of my hair behind me ear and out of nowhere, Galliard was suddenly next to me, draping his coat over my shoulders.

“You’ll get sick if you keep acting like you can fight off mother nature.”

Instead of walking back to where he originally sat, he sat down right next to me. He wrapped an arm around me and pulled me in, close to him…feeling his warm body, even through his shirt. Trying to avoid any further contact, I continued the conversation.

“Oh please, even if I did get sick…I’d still perform better than you, Pokko.” I smirked and pulled Galliard’s jacket around me a bit tighter. I felt him staring at me and to be honest, it filled me with joy; oddly enough.

“You know I hate being called that.” He said in a grumpy tone. Galliard’s grip around me tightened as he set his other hand on my thigh, rubbing it slowly.

“You hate being called a lot of things. Like, Porco, Pokko, salt boy, heartless bastard.” I giggled and looked over at him; he was smiling slightly…that damn beautiful boy.

“Tomorrow we invade again, and they’ll be sending me out, along with Reiner and Pieck. We’re part of a team, and you’re included in it, but I want you to be safe. So, I’m asking you…stay with the soldiers in the pits.” Galliard said in such a quiet tone…a tone I had never heard in his voice before.

“Wha-…

“Don’t try to say anything.” Galliard said in a raspy tone as he crashed his lips against mine. Caressing my cold cheek with his warm, slightly sweaty fingers; holding the back of my head with his other hand. It was strange…seeing him so…affectionate. He always tried to push my buttons, and pushed me temper to the limit, told me I was never trying hard enough. Never before had he told me to be safe. Why did he say it then?

Without realizing, my lips moved in sync with his and he tenderly pushed me down onto my back and crawled on top of me. I ran my hand up his shirt, feeling his warm abs; how toned they were.

Everything ended up being so specific to me. The way the fire crackled, tiny sparks flickering from the fire, the moon gazing down on our bodies, the stars blooming in the moonlight. His scent filling my nose and it brought comfort, the same as his hand ran down my arm, intertwining his hand with mine; while he held my hip with the other. Galliard pushed his tongue against my lips, demanding access and I granted. Our tongues danced with each other as he undid his belt. After his belt, he unbuttoned his pants, pulled himself away from me, only to reveal himself more to me. Shirtless, he pressed his body against mine. I looked into his beautiful blue eyes in such shock, I wasn’t sure how to respond to his actions. But, I knew…I wanted him as much as he seemed to want me.

I reached my arms out, I wanted to be held by him, to be told I mattered…by him, only him. As I reached out for him, his eyes widened and lifted my shirt over my head, unbuttoned my pants and slid them down; leaving me in my bra and undies.

I felt a bit embarrassed and he seemed to notice. My cheeks were a bright pink as I watched him study my body. All I could think about was his smirk and the certain look in his not so innocent eyes. He eyes quickly connected with mine and swiftly, I looked away.

Galliard pulled his pants down, along with his boxers and my eyes widened in amazement.

He was so…big. That was…going to enter me? Before he wanted to enter me, he decided to play with me first. Galliard slid his fingers down my panties and pushed a finger in and I covered my mouth as a quick reaction to quiet myself…I couldn’t let anyone hear me. He moved a finger in and out with perfect sync, then he eventually pushed in another finger, pumping a little faster by the second.

Galliard pulled his fingers out, licking them clean and with haste, pulled down my undies and tore my bra off, revealing my entire body to him. A needy breath came from his throat.

“Is this your first time?” He asked as he positioned himself over me.

I nodded and he smiled in delight…knowing he was to be my first. Within seconds he pushed himself in and I cried out in pain with a mix of pleasure. It was such an unfamiliar feeling that I couldn’t explain. The cry of pleasure frightened me, I covered my mouth so hold my moans. If someone were to hear…who knows how much trouble we would get in. Galliard lowered his warm body onto mine and held me tightly as he began to quicken his pace. The wet sounds I was hearing turned me on even more and I uncovered my mouth and I ran one hand through his soft, ginger hair and dug my finger nails into his back in reaction of the pain.

“Does it hurt?” He asked with raspy, jagged breath as he looked into my eyes.

“A little, but it-ung…feels so good.” I said, being interrupted by my moans. He slowed down a bit, which told me he was close to finishing. I could tell I was as well…my legs were trembling. After a few more thrusts we caved into each other and Galliard held me tightly, as if he was afraid I would disappear if he let go.

“Please be safe tomorrow…” Galliard whispered in my ear.

#galliard #porco galliard #aot #attack on titan #pokko

[kaschy]

It's wonderful that we all still see Porco as a ginger pork instead of his official hair coloring, blond pork just isn't the same.

Well, at this point, the official hair color for his titan is blond. This doesn’t rule out red hair for his human form though. Out of the 9 titans, 4 don’t have hair color that matches between their human form and titan’s (Frieda, Reiner, Pieck, Zeke). I’m not saying I’m not riding the delusion train with Porco’s ginger hair because I’m fairly certain they’ll make him blond in the anime. But I’m not going to change how I draw him until I either see an official colored image of Porco from Isayama or from the anime staff. It’s too fun to make him a red-head or strawberry blond.

#porco galliard #snk #answer #ask #text #Anonymous

[tortuga-aak]

Goldman Sachs' new managing-director list is out — and it's the largest class in the firm's history (GS)

Bryan Bedder/Getty Images for The New York Times

Goldman Sachs announced its largest-ever class of managing directors.

Of the 509 promoted, 44% are millennials.

The firm announces managing-director promotions every two years.

It's one of the most coveted positions on Wall Street, a step below partner at the premier investment bank.

Goldman Sachs just announced a new class of 509 managing directors — the largest class in the firm's history.

The position is one of the most coveted on Wall Street, one step below partner at the prestigious investment-banking firm. The firm now has 2,148 managing directors, making up 7.1% of the company's workforce.

It's also one of the youngest classes the bank has promoted — 44% are millennials, up from 30% in 2015.

Other headline stats about the class:

66% started their careers as analysts or associates at Goldman Sachs.

24% of the class is women, down from 25% in 2015.

130 were promoted in the securities division, up from 102 in 2015.

101 were promoted in investment banking, up from 97 in 2015.

52 were promoted in technology, up from 38 in 2015.

Eight were promoted in consumer and commercial banking — the division that houses the bank's online-lending business, Marcus — compared with zero in 2015.

Here's the full statement:

The Goldman Sachs Group, Inc. (NYSE: GS) today announced that it has selected a new class of Managing Directors, effective from January 1, 2018, the start of the firm's next fiscal year.

"Our new Managing Directors have demonstrated an outstanding commitment to our people, clients and culture during their tenures at the firm, and we wish them continued success as they take this important next step in their careers," said Lloyd C. Blankfein, Chairman and Chief Executive Officer of Goldman Sachs.

The following individuals have been promoted to Managing Director:

Gregg Abramson Sanjay Acharya Khalid Albdah Amal Alibair Karthikeyan Anbalagan Rolf Andersson Volker Anger Jonathan Armstrong Ken Ashley Lavanya Ashok Sebastian Ayton Jonathan Babkow Julio Badi Amitayush Bahri Soren Balzer Robert Barlick Jr. Philip Barreca Santiago Bau David Bauer Oksana Beard Lee Becker Virender Bedi Stuart Beer Christian Beerli Amanda Beisel Yumiko Bekku David Bell Pierre Benichou Andrew Benito Marco Bensi Laura Benson Stephen Bergin Daniel Berglund Greg Berry Shital Bhatt Dipanjan Bhattacharjee Anu Bhavnani Carissa Biggie Vineet Birman Daniel Bitel Anne Black Richard Blore Emmanuel Bodenstein Timothy Braude Sean Brenan Hugh Briscoe Nathaniel Bristol Leo Brito Troy Broderick Levee Brooks Eric Brothers Robert Bruns III Anthony Bunnell Meg Burke Susan Burt Sean Butkus Russell Byrne Edward Byun Adam Cahill Alessandro Calace Cristiano Camargo Ken Cawley Swapan Chaddha Patrick Chamberlain Richard Chambers Daphne Chan Lily Chan Ben Chance Ginger Chang Vikram Chavali Alex 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Part 2 ½:

 Part 2 here: https://ptitelidio.tumblr.com/post/656547814999031808/rivetra-theories

Summary: the scene takes place two weeks ago from the 1st part when Petra was chosen to receive the jaw titan by Captain Levi Ackerman himself. Things will get tough when she has to meet Reiner Braun for the next raid over Paradis, a soldier she knew some years ago.

 Involving: Petra Ral, Levi Ackerman, Theo Magath, Piek inger, Colt Grice, Reiner Braun and Ziek Jäger.

Italic font = flashback

Point of view: Petra’s

 The trains stops as we get off and Gabi is already overexcited about the upcoming events –Willy Tybur’s speech. I approached her with a warm smile and patted her head.

           “How are you doing, young candidate?” I asked her

           “Oh that’s you, Petra isn’t it? Nice to meet ya. I heard you got the jaw titan, what a lucky woman…”

           “Yes, that’s correct. And I heard a lot about you, apparently you want to get the armor one?”

           “I’m the worthiest candidate for the armor titan, I made a lot of efforts lately.”

           “I see… and… by any chance, are you related to Reiner? I mean both of you are named Braun”

           “Actually he’s my cousin. I know I’m lucky to have a warrior among my family. Do you know him?”

           “Ah.. not really I only heard some things about him that’s all…”

 For the mission to success, it was imperative that I stayed as far as I could from Reiner Braun. Even though we never talked face to face when he was a soldier, he might have seen me somewhere. People usually say that it’s hard to not notice me because of my ginger hair.

And with Eren somewhere in Marley… he could screw it all up.

             “Miss Ral, let’s go,” Captain Levi waved his hand at me.

           “I’m coming.”

 I caught up with the distance between us, then he put his hand on my back so that I hurry up.

           “Are we far from M. Braun and M. Jäger?” I asked

           “We have only a little more to walk.”

 I noticed Pieck’s smile as Colt reminded her some old moments with Reiner, naturally she seems to know him much more than I do.

 Anyways... I have to find an excuse to avoid that meeting… but what? I have to find a way or else…

             “Hey, take this.” Captain Levi threw a bunch of keys and asked me to bring some plans he left in his room.”

           “Oh…”

          “Look. The apartment is just there. I need you to bring us the plans for the raid. You’ll find them in the second drawer of my desk,” he said as he pointed out a large grey-brick building.

 As if my prayers had been answered, I went there as fast as I could. I however had something to do before going there. Hanji and I were supposed to meet today to give them a briefing. I made sure to bring a cape to hide among the crowd.

  After a little while, Hanji finally showed up covering their eyes with the edge of their hat.

            “Aaah Petra it’s nice to see you again,” they said with joy.

          “Me too, it’s been a while!”

          “Is everything going well? You’re not in trouble?”

          “Don’t worry, I’m not. I managed to avoid a meeting with Reiner Braun, oddly the captain of my team asked me to bring some plans. He could have done it himself…”

          “Yes it’s weird… you should keep an eye on him. And you talked about plans?”

          “That’s right, apparently it’s about a raid they plan to make over Paradis.”

          “Ugh… we have to act fast. Do you know who’s in charge of the assault?”

          “No nobody is aware of this but the higher ups. But I bet M. Jäger has something to do with this. I didn’t meet him for the moment, but he seems to be a very important figure.”

          “You may meet him in any case. You have to.”

          “I know, I’ll be careful.”

          “Then if you don’t mind, let’s get those plans”

   ***

          “Did you find them?” Hanji asked

          “That’s weird… he told me they were in the second drawer but it’s empty.”

          “He might have forgotten or lost them, he’s probably messy just like me” they laughed

          “No that’s not possible. He’s very caring about cleanliness. Look at his room.”

          “You’re right… then… do you think he might have fooled you?”

          “What do you mean?”

 Hanji started turning around and mumbling some unintelligible things

          “If that’s the case… he might have… but why is he…”

            “Hanji?”

          “We have to get out of here right now.”

          “Ugh? Why?”

          “Trust me, there’s something odd.”

 But before we could leave the room, we heard someone’s footsteps getting louder.

            “Let’s hide on the roof” they said pointing out the steel stairs.

 Someone entered without knocking… which means it’s the Captain. Why is he here?

          “Stay behind me Petra, I’m watching who enters”

          “That might be Captain Levi” I whispered to Hanji

          “No it’s not him.”

          “How could you be so sure? You never saw him”

          “What’s the point of searching the flat for someone if they know they are already here? Moreover, he’s not only looking for someone but he’s thoroughly looking for you. Which means someone said to him that you were coming. Probably your captain himself as he gave you the keys.”

          “Why would he even suspect me? If I ever wanted to steal the plans, I would be uncovered as soon as he would notice it. I’ve not been among them for a long time.”

          “You’re right, then the only reason for that man to be here is that he and your captain suspected that you would show the plans to someone before giving them to him.”

          “Then the mission is doomed Hanji.. I’m sorry…”

          “Don’t be, I never said he knew who you were. He might suspect you but don’t forget that Marleyans have a lot of enemies. Besides, anyone would get those plans as our little island is full of scarce and valuable resources.”

 Hanji was right as ever; she was not our commander for nothing.

          “Oh… it’s not really related but I discovered that his last n…” I began

          “Wait, wait! Someone else’s coming.”

 Hanji couldn’t see the second person as they didn’t enter the room, but the man seemed to be arguing with the other.

             “Hanji let me see who it is.”

 As I bend over the roof, I immediately recognize his back. It’s Commander Magath. What the heck is going on?

            “Hanji, he’s the Commander of the warriors. Do you think he and Captain Levi were cahoots?”

          “By any chance, is he named Theo?”

          “Yes that’s correct. How do you know?”

          “Look at the other side of the key.”

          “Theo Magath; 106. I see… it’s his room. Wait, do.. do they live together?!”

          “Shh, keep quiet Petra. You have to discover it, go and see where your Captain is and tell him you found an empty drawer. If he ask, tell him there was nobody with you but you saw Magath entering AFTER you came but you didn’t say something to him as you noticed his name on the key.”

 The man finally went out and as he walked down the street, but he was not alone, Captain Levi was the second person.

          “No need to look for him, he’s there anyways Hanji…”

  ***

 Point of view: Levi’s

  When we arrived at the meeting point, Ziek and Reiner were already here. Pieck and Colt hugged Reiner and saluted Ziek.

             “What’s up shortie?” Ziek teased me

           “What’s with that look, jackass?”

           “The plans, where are they?”

           “I sent one of my subordinate to get them.”

           “Why’s that?”

           “Don’t discuss the orders, Eldian” Theo comes to us hands in pocket.

 Ziek’s attitude switches to an obedient little puppy, he salutes Theo and keeps quiet.

             “I’m coming back in a minute I have something to check, don’t wait for me,” he continues.

  Theo asked me a favor before we got off the train, he asked me to give the keys of my room to Petra so he would ask her some questions in a quiet place, just to be sure she’s not involved with spying. The thing is, she should have found the plans for long so why is she not coming back?

            “Hey shortie, you’re coming?”

“Yeah…”

             “Hey Pieck, don’t you think M. Magath was acting strange just now?” Colt said

           “Yes I noticed too but don’t be noisy.”

           “You think he’s acting weird? Colt, do you remember that time when he asked me what my secret technique was to wipe my ass.” Ziek said laughing “Joke apart, the weirdest thing is that he’s actually keeping the plans in one of his pockets”

           “Wait what?!” I said

           “What? You didn’t notice?”

           “Just go, I’m coming back with my subordinate”

  ***

            “Ah, Levi you’re there. Your subordinate, Petra, she’s not there.” Theo said to me as I reach the front foor of my flat.

          “What are you doing, Theo? Did you take the plans to get her to confess that she stole them?”

          “So you noticed. Well, it’s the best way to uncover her if she’s guilty.”

          “But she’s not. I already told you I’m not sure she’s a spy.”

          “But what if she was an Eldian, she could have gotten the plans and vanished.”

          “I don’t think she’s that stupid.”

          “Okay, well then where is she now? She was supposed to get in.”

          “I don’t know..”

          “You know, all I want is honoring the promise I made to your mother years ago.”

          “I don’t need you to protect me, Theo. I’m not a kid anymore.”

          “Anyway, let’s join the others.”

          “But what if she’s lost? She may have been in the wrong place or met another Marleyan that roughed her up?”

          “Oh Levi please, don’t be stupid. Nobody would hurt her; she has a red armband. Come on, we made the others wait too long.”

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This is something I write for Porco’s birthday because I got emo xd This is smtg I always wanted to see happening in manga but thanks to Isayama and his love for time-skips, we couldn’t. If you want something you should do it yourself, right? Gods, this is my first fic so pardon all my mistakes. Enjoy!

Topic: Warriors’ mission years from Porco’s POV

Word count: 2000++ ( To you, 2000+ words from now)

Characters: Basically Marley cast + a bit of Ymir

He knew he was the one that’s suppose to be chosen.

He knew he was the one that should’ve go to that island next to his brother.

He knew he was much better than that crybaby.

He knew it all, yet he was the one they left behind.

Anger was the first feel that took his control.

But he had his brother by his side at that moment, to calm him, to be next to him. Yet, no matter how hard he tried, Marcel couldn’t soothe his scar. Even that crybaby was gonna go and he was the outcast. 

Marcel told him that they should enjoy the time they were spared together even though he seemed pretty unwell after he was chosen as a warrior. he was trying to make everything look like he’s proud, he’s happy to carry Marley’s flag yet Porco knew, something was deep down itching him. 

One time Porco asked him.

He said how proud he feels to become a Warrior, but Porco felt like this was a memorized answer he repeats every time.

“You liar.” he wanted to tell him, “You are just leaving me behind too, aren’t you?”

But instead, he said he is glad too. He even joked about how he is gonna handle that crybabies, his brother giggled.

In the end, Marcel has always been like that. He has always shouldered whole world all alone, Porco never remembered his brother complaining a single thing, or showing any down emotions. Marcel has been always better than him but this never bothered Porco that much, he was fine as long as they’re together. Marcel has that responsible personality and as his brother always felt like he need to be around to support and follow him. Maybe it was because that way was easier and now he was paying the price of this. It was driving him crazy to be not good enough now, this was a feel he never experienced. Porco has always watched him from his behind, like he is watching others now.

Was it too much or too hard to change this, he wondered. It must be the name, he was cursed.

Time fly fast, Marcel spent most of his time with war tactics, what they’re gonna do on that island, how he’s gonna lead the group. It was also cool he can turn into a 9 meter titan, that also needed training.

While all of these are happening, Porco watched his brother behind, carrying the weights as he is used to. There was something that in his eyes that bugs Porco but he was not able to name it. They played the games they’re used to and acted like everything is perfect.

And the day they’ll leave him came.

It was very crowded at shore. None of the Warriors were used to get this much of positive attention, Porco tried hard but he couldn’t find a time he saw this many smiling faces.

The farewell was a classy one, their mother cried, they all hugged, Marcel promised he’ll success the mission and make his homeland proud. This is getting repetitive, Porco thought. His tears start to fall after his smirk.

“Ah Pokko...” Marcel said, “Don’t...”

“I am not crying you idiot! And don’t call me that!” he replied and hugged his brother once again. “Just promise me you’ll come back.”

Marcel had a very sad smile on his face.

Then they got on ship, to sail on that island. Porco was not idiot enough to wave him till ship got out of his sight, that’d be tiring and watching everyone leaving him behind was already overwhelming enough.

A year past after that day at shore. One long year he kept thinking about what happened there. The thought of anything happening to Marcel’s a single hair was making his heart beat faster. He was working hard and training a lot, not best way to spend his time but it was working. At least he had Pieck close, that was making things easier. Zeke-san always had a distance for... Almost everyone around him so he was not the best companion, Porco was thankful for Pieck.

That one year became two, three and four. “You better keep your promise.” Porco was thinking every time Marcel run into his mind, which was more than a few times a day. “You better come back.” He wondered how Marcel looks now. Galliard brothers were looking similar enough to people assuming they’re twins so he was imagining a dark haired and longer version of him, Marcel of course was gonna be taller, but he was itching to see this with his two eyes. He was itching to see his own brother once again. He and Pieck were thinking about how tall Bertolt must have been right now, or if Reiner ever hit puberty. Porco was quite sure if they saw Zeke-san they probably were not gonna recognize him with all those hair on his face, when he told this to Pieck she laughed a lot. Pieck was enjoying to ask Porco specifically how big Annie’s female titan’s boobs are right now. Pieck was acceptable yet sometimes weird beyond his mind.

Their higher ups were concerned about why it took this long to get Founding Titan back. They were thinking that maybe they should send Zeke-san and Pieck there too. Ginger was not so okay with them going too. “They should’ve made a better decision.” he was finding himself thinking, “It’s their fault I am like this now.” This was not an okay thought, even though he is right.

But that happened too and Porco was left broken once again.

“It’s for the motherland.” he had to remind himself, “They’ll bring them and Founding Titan back.”

They’ll bring his brother back.

Right?

He was staring at shore, waiting for any ship that hasn’t return in five years to anchor. 

For two months, his suffering continued.

When he get the news that they’re returning, his eyes blacked out, he heard someone shouting something at him but he didn’t heard. He suddenly he find himself at that very same shore, somehow tired and sweaty but there to see them once again. Somehow, there weren’t that much people waiting for them, only officials like General or Instructor Magath and himself. He promised himself that he’ll buy everyone a drink and they’ll celebrate together. He’ll force Annie to come, he’ll bear Reiner, maybe that crybaby has grown, and make Bertolt talk and most importantly he’ll have his brother back and everything will finally will be over. Everything will be fine, damn his heart need to calm down.

The deck was empty at first, there was a very silent air ruling around, then he saw some of crew members and their darkened eyes, he saw Zeke-san first with a very straight face, his hair and beard got longer. He saw Pieck, she was not looking very happy and a sulky faced blonde teenager, it took a few seconds for Porco to recognize him but he was not wrong that was Reiner!

“So what that idiot needed was some fresh island air!” Porco thought.

But he failed to see Bertolt which was weird because that two idiot have always been inseparable. Porco was sure he’d be able to see Annie if he can see that shortie Pieck but most importantly, where was his brother? Has he changed so much that he couldn’t recognize him as well?

“Warriors of Marley, welcome to your homeland.” General said and they all saluted them. Instructor Magath was looking so nervous next to him, what was going on? “What if..?” Porco thought for a second, but felt like he couldn’t breath. “What if..?” He held his breath. 

“We’ll discuss the details of your mission later, you shall rest now.” General continued.

“I am so sorry for my personal worries but I don’t see my brother, Annie and Bertolt yet? Why they stayed at ship?” He got ignored. Some looked at him with surprised eyes.

“You rest can handle the transportation of the girl. Let’s return to headquarters.” General ordered. Were they talking about Annie? Why she needed to be transported separate?

“Wait!” Porco yelled. He didn’t want to speak at all but the sound came out of his control. “Where are Annie and Bertolt?! Where is my brother, Marcel?! What happened?!?!” His tone was getting higher and higher. 

“Filthy Eldian! Know your place, watch your tone!” someone shouted at him but he couldn’t care less about who that is. It was probably Instructor Magath. This was not enough to calm Porco.

“NO!” he shouted back. “Where. The. Fuck. Is. My. Brother.” He pressed every single word so none of them won’t be left unanswered.

“How dare you--”

“Commander, my biggest apologies, as you can see boy is overwhelmed with the tragic news.” This was Zeke-san speaking. “His attitude will be punished later. Alongside with me, it was my fault that this mission failed at first place. Please accept my most sincere apologies.” 

Porco felt like he’s gonna pass out for a second. What does all of these mean? Mission failed? What that even meant?

“Pieck! Where are they?! Annie, Bertolt, Marcel?” Pieck looked other way.

“You!” he screamed at Reiner whose face was stonecold,”Where are they?!”

Reiner didn’t moved a single muscle. Porco was not sure he heard him, he got closer.

“Reiner! I am asking you?!” No respond. He kept walking to him.

“Porco, that’s enough-”

“Reiner I said! Where the fuck are they?” Still no reaction. His face was right in front of him.

“Eldian, to your place---”

“Answer me you son of a bitch!” he screamed, almost an inch between them. Finally their eyes meet and there, Porco saw his curse.

Guilt.

Reiner’s lips moved.

“It’s all... My fault... Everything... We... No... I... Because of me... Mission... It failed...” His voice was almost like a whisper, but everyone heard him. Silence ruled till Reiner opened his mouth again.

“Marcel...” he was shaking, “Annie...” he was louder, “Bertolt... I am so sorry...” There were tears at the corner of his eyes, he was barely holding himself. “It is all... My fault...”

Porco couldn’t breath, his heart stopped beating for a moment.

So it was this loser’s...

“You son of a bitch!!!!” he screamed, next second he was on top of Reiner, punching him and screaming, “Where the fuck are they?! Where the fuck are they?!?! WHERE THE FUCK ARE IS MY BROTHER?! WHERE THE FUCK IS MARCEL?!?! ANSWER ME!!!!!!!” 

He kept punching him, and punching him and punching him. He was not giving any reaction, he was not moving a single muscle. Porco kept screaming, he kept punching, Reiner’s face was bleeding, someone tried to separate them but they failed, there were steam and blood coming out of Reiner’s face and Porco kept screaming where the fuck others are, his hands were hurting and Reiner... Was crying?

“I... Am... Sorry... P-porco...” he could barely moving his mouth, “Yo-you were... right.. ab-about me...” His tears were falling out of his eyes, flowing on his red, torn face and mixing with his blood. And that’s when Porco realized he too was crying too.

“Then... Why... Just why... A-are you... Still here...” He raised his punch and hit Reiner’s chest, this time it was too weak.

“You asshole...” He punched the ground next to Reiner’s face and they both kept crying. Then Zeke-san pulled Porco away from Reiner. Porco was too weak to stand on his two feet and he fell on the ground. He helped Reiner standing too, Porco saw Pieck crying as well and they all kept walking with Marleyan officers.

He was left behind, again.

Porco watched Reiner walking away, carrying a weight that’s too heavy for him.

“Stand up, you’ll have your punishment later.” Instructor Magath said. Porco silently obeyed.

“This is familiar.” he thought, he looked at Reiner that leaned on Zeke-san to walk, he watched him walking away, carrying a weight that’s too heavy for him.

“It’s his fault, why am I getting punishment?” he find himself thinking.

“What was her name again?” he asked, surprised.

“Ymir.” Pieck replied. Porco couldn’t believe what he heard.

“Who name their children like that?” 

“Look who’s talking, Pokko!”

“Pieck, stop it!”

It has been a month since they have returned and Porco got the details of failure, how Reiner caused his brother and his friends die because of his talentless ass. Seeing, or even thinking about, Reiner was making him cringe, specially seeing him half dead like this was making him wanna scream at him again.

“So... What do we know about her?” he asked to Pieck.

“Well... She’s pretty sassy actually so you two will get along well.” she replied. Porco acted like he didn’t heard. He saw girl once, from far away. Her hands and rest of her body were covered so she won’t try to escape but from what Porco heard, she gave Jaws willingly back to their owners so all that measure was for nothing, she was not gonna try to escape. Another one that’ll die because of how Reiner’s idiotness.

“When we were back at island... She was all tied yet I get some chance to talk with her. I feel sorry for her to be frank. Her fault is being too good, ironic, right? This is the kind of world we live in.”

“Well that’s what happens if you are around that asshole.” he replied. He too was feeling sorry for that girl, but the fact that she yummed his own brother as dinner was making him so uncomfortable to begin with. Things could happen more different, and Marcel could be with him if he was chosen as Jaws at first place. Closest contact he can have from his brother wouldn’t be by eating his accidental successor.

“Pokko... Maybe you can see what happened through their memories. I am sure it’s not all Reiner’s fault. He tried his best but the soldiers we have faced...” If this wasn’t Pieck his reaction would be much harsher.

“I don’t care how cruel those devils, he was warned, he cost us Female and Colossal titans, our three friends, one being my own brother, are gone thanks to him!”

“What I am saying is that Reiner is already blaiming himself enough and you’re not helping him! You see how much he’s of a shipwreck he is yet look how you treat him!”

“What do you want, Pieck? Do you want me to hug him? Pat him and feed him? Is this what you want?” The times Pieck is angry have always been quite rare and this was one of them. She stand up from his bed and walked away without saying another word. Porco watched her leaving. This was becoming almost nostalgic for him.

“Just... Be his friend. He needs you.” Pieck said without looking at him, then left the room.

Porco would rather being called a pig. 

He wished Marcel to be there once again but what happened has happened and now he has no way to run away from the tragedy that’ll occur in a week.

“I will carry your weight now, Marcel.” he thought. He felt like butterflies are flying in his stomach. Less than a week, he was gonna inherit Jaws titan and this time, he was not gonna let anything, especially Reiner, to cause failure.

He was not left behind this time. 

He won’t let same tragedies happen again.

#snk fics #gallirei #porco galliard #reiner braun #pieck #warriors #zeke #wow i wrote a fic #this is so unexpected from me #look at me being productive #berf raffles #thus raffled the flaffle #marcel galliard #there have been times i needed to take long breaks bc of the angst i need to process #sjsadjk #and i don't have strength left to write the rest i can't take the angst #anyways i am off to bed now goodnight y'all <3 #fanfiction

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Goldman Sachs' new managing director list is out

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Goldman Sachs just announed a new class of managing directors.

Here's the statement:

NEW YORK, November 8, 2017 -- The Goldman Sachs Group, Inc. (NYSE: GS) today announced that it has selected a new class of Managing Directors, effective from January 1, 2018, the start of the firm’s next fiscal year.

“Our new Managing Directors have demonstrated an outstanding commitment to our people, clients and culture during their tenures at the firm, and we wish them continued success as they take this important next step in their careers,” said Lloyd C. Blankfein, Chairman and Chief Executive Officer of Goldman Sachs.

The following individuals have been promoted to Managing Director:

Gregg Abramson Sanjay Acharya Khalid Albdah Amal Alibair Karthikeyan Anbalagan Rolf Andersson Volker Anger Jonathan Armstrong Ken Ashley Lavanya Ashok Sebastian Ayton Jonathan Babkow Julio Badi Amitayush Bahri Soren Balzer Robert Barlick Jr. Philip Barreca Santiago Bau David Bauer Oksana Beard Lee Becker Virender Bedi Stuart Beer Christian Beerli Amanda Beisel Yumiko Bekku David Bell Pierre Benichou Andrew Benito Marco Bensi Laura Benson Stephen Bergin Daniel Berglund Greg Berry Shital Bhatt Dipanjan Bhattacharjee Anu Bhavnani Carissa Biggie Vineet Birman Daniel Bitel Anne Black Richard Blore Emmanuel Bodenstein Timothy Braude Sean Brenan Hugh Briscoe Nathaniel Bristol Leo Brito Troy Broderick Levee Brooks Eric Brothers Robert Bruns III Anthony Bunnell Meg Burke Susan Burt Sean Butkus Russell Byrne Edward Byun Adam Cahill Alessandro Calace Cristiano Camargo Ken Cawley Swapan Chaddha Patrick Chamberlain Richard Chambers Daphne Chan Lily Chan Ben Chance Ginger Chang Vikram Chavali Alex Cheek Jae Joon Choi Ken Choi Paul Choi David Clark Denis Cleary Daniel Cleland-James Ayanna Clunis Pamela Codo-Lotti Jesse Cohen Paul Coles Simon Coombes Jenny Cosco Philip Coureau Nathan Cowen Matthew Cox (Securities) Shaun Cullinan Christine D'Agostino Emile Daher Hiren Dasani Russell Day Pierre De Belen Merche del Valle Caitlin DeSantis Jack Devaney Thomas Devos Mats Dewitte Hristo Dimitrov Tim Dinsdale Isabella Disler Christian Ditullio Terence Doherty Yakut Donat Nicola Dondi Brian Dong Jason D'Silva Stefan Duffner Jane Dunlevie Marie Duval Julien Dyon Rohini Eapen Zach Eckler Sayaka Eda Jason Eisenstadt Chris Emmerson Tiffany Eng Chendan Esvaran Erkko Etula Liz Ewing Michael Fargher Matteo Farina Leigh Farris Sarah Faulkner Tom Favia Brett Feldman Jennifer Feng Jon Ferguson Alex Field Herbert Filho Alex Finston Dean Flanagan Greg Flynn Trip Foley Andrew Ho Kwon Fong Moran Forman Michael Fox Caroline Fraser Daniel Freckleton Tim Freeman Reto Frei Giles French Kirsten Frivold Michael Fu Rob Fuentes Kenji Fujimoto Carrie Gannon Chantal Garcia Akhil Garg Alex Garner Nick Gelber Andrew Gent Gizelle George-Joseph Andrea Gift Sean Gilbride Andreas Glaser Yong Suan Goh Sona Gohel Amir Gold Jeremy Goldstein Steven Gonzalez Jeff Gowen Adam Greene Tom Groothaert Hannes Gsell Ashwin Gupta Ali Haji Ayaz Haji Robert Hamilton Kelly Victoria Hampson Raja Harb Andy Harding Ryan Harster Selma Hassan Stephen Hawinkels Jacqueline Haynes Jason He* Craig Hempstead David Herrmann David Hickey Thomas Hilger Mitch Hochberg Jodi Hochberger Jane Hodges Peter Hodgkinson Dylan Hogarty Tim Holliday Naftali Holtz Amy Hong Jason Hudes Earl Hunt Joseph Hwang Yoshinori Ide Kazuya Iketani Daniel Jackson Ankit Jain (Risk) Gaurav Jaitly Jan Janssen David Jeria Alnawaz Jiwa Kim Johns Scott Johnson Elis Jones Neil Jones Robert Jones Philip Joseph Anand Joshi Shawn Joshi Ritu Kalra Michael Kaprelian Nadeem Kayani Alicia Keenan Neil Kelleher Tom Kennedy Aqil Khan Sarah Kiernan Daniel Kim Eugene Kim (IMD) Jason Kim (GIR) Sora Kim Kristy Kinahan Eugene King Laura Kirk Kunal Kishore Elliot Klapper Jayee Koffey Jason Koon Jennifer Kopylov Daniel Korich Ichiro Kosuge Vladimir Kotlyar Samuel Krasnik Katherine Krause David Kraut Sergey Kraytman Nitin Kulkarni Ram Kulkarni Dileep Kumar (Securities) Santosh Kunnakkat Wendy Kwong JP Lall Bill Lambert David Landman Yi Larson Niccolo Laudiero Nick Laux David Lee Phillip Lee Samuel Lee Shawn Lee Michael Leister David Lerner Naomi Leslie Matt Levine Na Li Haining Liang Nancy Licul Monica Lim Michelle Ling Srujan Linga Philip Linton Alan Liu Daniel Liu Eric Liu Heiman Lo Juan Lorenzo Tian Lu Wayne Lu James Lucas Dennis Luebcke Martin Luehrmann John Lynch Gina Lytle Leo Ma* Caesar Maasry Geoff MacDonald Robert Magnuson Toshiyuki Makabe Mariano Mallol Geydar Mamedov Kara Mangone Donna Mansfield Ajit Marathe Gilberto Marcheggiano James Marchese Michael Marcus Joshua Matheus Ann Mathews Chris Mathie Brian McCallion Graham McClelland Anne McCosker Michael Meehan (Compliance) Taylor Mefford Neil Mehta Adam Meister David Mericle Vitali Meschoulam Eric Meyers Alex Mignotte Andras Mikite Christopher Milligan Rahul Mistry Mike Mitchell Neil Moge Waleed Mohsin Babak Molavi Joel Monson Guy Morgan James Morris Antoine Munfa Aimee Mungovan Yuji Murata Dan Murphy Josh Murray Brian Musto Shehzad Nabi Devarajan Nambakam Ramanathan Narayanan Ganapathy Natarajan Danielle Natoli Murad Nayal Karim Nensi Scott Neu Dennis Ng Ken Ng Benjamin Ngan Joy Nguyen Salman Niaz Anders Nielsen (IMD) Howard Nifoussi Jun Niki Leah Nivison Laura Noble James Nolan Lauren Oakes Lynn Oberschmidt Allison O'Connor John O'Connor Shunil Ohrie Damian Ordish Leke Osinubi David Ossack Sathiya Padmanaban Danielle Pallin Salvador Pareja Dalmir Pasini Clorinda Pasqua Chris Pawson Paris Pender Patrick Perkins Philippe Perzi Wendy Peters Andy Phillips Flavio Picciotto Michael Pieck Sam Pirog Thomas Plank Joseph Plotkin Wade Podlich Ashish Pokharna Caitlin Pollak Charles Pollock Joe Porter Travis Potter Rohit Prabhu Richard Privorotsky Andrew Pucher Jay Rabinowitz Ankit Raj Harsha Rajamani Dmitry Rakhlin Yasser Rathore Edoardo Rava Elizabeth Reed Alexandre Reinert Stephen Reinhard Irfan Rendeci Christian Resch Andrew Rhee Riccardo Riboldi James Rinsler Caroline Riskey Helen Robinson Mark Rosen Amit Roy Joe Ryan Bernhard Rzymelka Takehiro Sakuramoto John Sales Rob Sarazen Vineeta Saxena Dominik Schaefer Andrea Scott Majid Sebti Bipin Sehgal Arseni Seregin Irma Sgarz Paulomi Shah Shreyas Shah Sunny Shah Faisal Shamsee Daniel Shapiro Mahesh Sharma Shripal Sharma Mai Shin Romy Shioda Toshimichi Shirai Mark Short Pankauz Shrestha David Shrimpton Obaid Siddiqui Mike Sidorov Scott Silverglate Stefani Silverstein Amy Silverzweig Jasdeep Singh Gabriella Skirnick Michael Sklow Maxine Sleeper Michael Slomienski Michael Sloyer Nicholas Smith (IBD) Ruth Smithson Christine Smyth Ben Snider Stacy Sonnenberg Cleaver Sower Ro Spaziani Brian Steele Johannes Steffens Duncan Stewart Stephen Stites Laurent Storoni Caroline Styant Joel Sulkes Mancy Sun Winnie Tam Nachiket Tamhane Ken Tang MK Tang Amish Tanna Melissa Teng Ross Tennenbaum Greg Thompson Fiona Thomson Justin Tobe Jason Tofsky Brad Tuthill Masahiro Uchiyama Nehal Udeshi Saad Usmani Meg Vaden Pramod Vaidyanathan Adam Van de Berghe Fred van der Wyck Suzanne van Staveren Andrew Vass Mahesh Vellanki Kadambari Verma Christopher Vilburn Iva Vukina Heng Vuong Ketan Vyas Joe Wall Jeffrey Wang Jiantao Wang Joshua Wang Lily Wang (Technology) Sherry Wang Victoria Ward (Compliance) Jeff Warren Noriko Watanabe Ramey Watkins Sam Watkins Heiko Weber Niki Webster Scott Weinstein Ryan Westmacott James Westwood Keith Wetzel Mark Wetzel James Whittingham Sabine Wick Robert Wieser Devin Wilde David Wilkins John Wilkinson Andrew Williams Ed Wong (IBD Technology) Eric Wong (Internal Audit) Kate Wood Amanda Wu Douglas Wu Joanne Xu Liang Xu** Rupam Yadav Kazushi Yamaguchi Hubert Yang Lisa Yang Basak Yavuz Zeynep Yenel David Yu Brian Zakrocki Thomas Zeppetella Yi Zhang* Adib Zouein Patrik Zumstein Piotr Zurawski Jonathan Zwart

*Employee of Goldman Sachs Gao Hua Securities Company Limited **Employee of Beijing Gao Hua Securities Company Limited

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